Going out with hers
Lightened by honey rays
She’s a mantra in the pond
Peeping through time
Healing through sound
A shadow
Is swimming
Here
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She’s driving me crazy fish
Fishing me between her,
Round and round and round,
Chasing cheek to cheek chased
Hidden pleasures of a wild bee
Someone
Is sheltering
Here
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Catched by the Lady of the pond
The King of the Lake weaves a web
For flying ladies of the soft meadows
Whose song have wings that grows
That grows, and grows, and grows, Grows
Here
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There
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This NYC quartet channels the anxious, experimental nature of late '90s-early '00s Olympia indie rock in their tense, rhythmic post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 8, 2016